Six Week Holiday - The Crookes

I felt your eyes on mine

As I stole communion wine

You took my hand in yours

And cried at my sad palm lines

September came too fast

Much quicker than the last

Time is a Catherine Wheel

I’m always spinning back

I heard somebody say «our future

Is laid out like a six week holiday»

I was still young enough for true love

Far too scared to ask;

too shy to touch

Reading my almanac

I’m always dressed in black

Colour is in the mind

Spectrums and myriads

I heard somebody say «all blue skies

Dissolve and melt behind our tired eyes.

«Do you still remember time we misspent?

A feeling that you thought you would forget

I heard somebody say «our future

Is laid out like a six week holiday»

I was still young enough for true love

Far too scared to ask;

too shy to touch

And I heard somebody say «all blue skies

Dissolve and melt behind our tired eyes.»

Do you still remember time we misspent?

It’s a feeling that you thought you would forget